Okay, let's put aside for a minute the fact that when an unexpected object touches your face your head is going to snap back. That's just human nature. 

But when the stakes are high? Of fucking course you're selling that. Who wouldn't? And go tell me about some unwritten code. The code is for chumps. Chumps and losers. 

The second Egli would feel that curve graze his supple chin all hell would break loose. First, the arms would go up. Nay, they would be thrusted into the air - bonus points if the thrust is enough to send the gloves flying with it. Then they would clutch that chin like a newborn babe and it screamed in agony and terror.

Oh, and do I see his knees begin to quiver? You fuckin' bet. Those bad boys would buckle like Bambi trying to cross the frozen pond. Laying belly down, legs splayed - he would peek between open fingers while clutching his chin to see if he got the call.

End scene.